Again I woke up and couldn't go to work.

It's not that I physically can't go, it's all in my head.

After 3 days straight inside my apartment I've finally started cleaning the place up. My brothers going to come by in about an hour to take me to a wake. I only met the guy a couple times, but he seemed nice. Old people die, that's just part of life. We'll all die someday. I think with getting out I'll have the motivation for the rest of the week.